Troy Ave - Dope Boy lyrics

rate me

Ft. N.O.R.E.

[Hook] x 2

Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy

Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy

Every bad bitch want a real nigga

Every bad bitch want a real nigga

P is for power nigga you know about that

I eat and devour niggas, you talking bout rap

Spoon full of dope, every ball to the point

You need a little fix you broke

And what’s your point of even living?

You fucking up the rhythm, drum’s full of coke

Pulling strings used to get em

Beat the cold base, beat the pussy in the system

Playing bricks in my backpack, no kidding

Spit what I’m living, I’m giving all facts

These other niggas spitting they shit, is just so whack

Straight about a Brooklyn and they saying New York back

The streets know a problem just responsible for that

Fuck what you ball from the avenue of joy

Shouts my nigga boo bizy and my nigga troy

I’m bout to go fishing, bring me a scale, ahoy

Ladies rub your tits if you fuck with a dope boy!

[Hook] x 2

Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy

Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy

Every bad bitch want a real nigga

Every bad bitch want a real nigga

See I used to be at harlem fucking mays bitch

All black leather like the matrix

And me and cameron’s like brothers from another mother

Now we don’t speak much, but he still my brother

My puertoricans wailing out in bushwick

We watch to the front, we just push shit

Left frackle I’m not a hood melts

A bunch of wild niggas rocking good belts

Still smoking bogies, while I’m banging boats

Kush in the ... riddle save the roach

Try ave, you from my favorite coats

So I’ma come through with my favorite toats

Hammers out in France, that’s French toast

Drive bies on the pedal fights, hit you closer

Casper, your phantom gonna get you ghost

My goodbyes come in Spanish, adios!

[Hook] x 2

Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy

Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy

Every bad bitch want a real nigga

Every bad bitch want a real nigga

Fake niggas be quiet, real nigga speaking

Hard them say with the hammer peeking

Free my homie 8 ball from the beacon

I got a few niggas on the run eating

We all chasing mills, the hunger for more

The streets is the field, I run up the scope

But I ain’t playing with you niggas, before I go broke

I get to spraying at you niggas

We all get the blood money, what what?

Troy ave getting drug money, fuck is up

I’m your dealer, I’m your daddy,

I would kill you in the alley

I’m your pushing man, white base, call it berry

Can’t get enough of your love, baby

Haters getting nothing but slugs, shit crazy

Bk all day, catch games at the bob clay, in the suite

But ain’t nothing sweet about make powder

[Hook] x 2

Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy

Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy

Every bad bitch want a real nigga

Every bad bitch want a real nigga.